Jim stepped inside McCoy's quarters and stopped short.
The doctor was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed.
Jim opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again and managed to say,
"What are you doing?"
"Goddamit Jim!" McCoy exclaimed, eyes snapping open to glare at his captain. He relented under the weight of Jim's concern.
"I was meditating if you must know. Spock suggested it might help me sleep."
A broad grin spread across Jim's face as he finally reached to help McCoy up.
"You tell him I tried it and I'll go hypo happy on you though."
